Time to move on.
Deleting the application.
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Unknown "Lone Wolf" Loyal - 15 years, 12 months, 2 days ago

no tall tale this time. This one is about music, and guilty pleasures.
At work we have a staff room, or a stuff room. Whatever you want. Many of my colleagues turn on the tv to whichever mindless drivel comes on first.
I don't I put on the radio, and listen to mojo.
I turned it on the other day, and Africa by Toto was on.
Now, I like Toto, particularly Africa.
I also think that it is awesome they got hits, after having seen the video for Africa. No disrespect to any of them, but these days you couldn't get shot in Hollywood with perms, thick glasses and beards. Or, put succinclty, the stateside version of Chaz and Dave (rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit).
My mate Cameron tells me that the drummer to Toto died sadly, after having an allergic reaction to weedkiller whilst cutting the grass. Cameron approved as it was a very spinal tap death (don't ask, I saw it 10 years ago and can't really remember it all)
I think that despite having a terrible line in it, Africa is a good song. The line is
"I know that I must do what's right, sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serenghetti".
Cameron pointed out that "You know its serious as cancer, when the rhythmn is a dancer" was a worse line. I had to give him that one.
Anyway, cameron said that liking Toto was a guilty pleasure. Many people have guilty pleasures. Some stack there socks in alphabetical order. Some pleasure themselves looking at pictures of furiture porn (Someone reliably told me it existed, though I have never been so bored as to want to investigate). And some like Toto.
I like Toto, but wouldn't call it a guilty pleasure.
For that, I have REO Speedwagon

Unknown "Lone Wolf" Loyal - 16 years, 28 days ago

After my encounter at the zoo (full story in my herd), I decided to go for a nice calming drive. I hooked up with my buddy, Michael, and we took his car. I should mention his car talks, and bluntly is a smart arse (for yanks, that’s a wiseguy). The car is called Kit, and is a sleek black thing.
We were driving along country back roads through Texas, when we intercepted a police transmission about a bank robbery in progress. Well, naturally, Michael and Kit are both victims of John Wayne syndrome (more and more common these days) and decided to try and chase down th robbers, who happened to be fleeing in a souped up mini cooper. I’m sure this is familiar for some reason.
Anyway, the smart arse car gets into gear and zipped along the roads at high speed. In fact, for the first time since I have known Michael and his car, I would say that Kt was being reckless. He nearly ran a Volvo off the road in his eagerness to catch up with the robbers. I actually got whiplash as we hurtled through a small town, and had to stop at a pedestrian crossing where a young girl with a bobble hat was crossing.
It was first time I ever heard Kit swear, telling the girl to get out of the F%$@ing road. I was startled as this was not in keeping with his normally cultured character. Not half as startled as the little girl. Her bobble hat took on a life of its own, jumped up and ran away.
With the pedestrian crossing incident over, we sped off in pursuit of the robbers. Using the police radio traffic, Keyhole military spy satellites that I have access to, and the local radio station’s news reports we were able to easily able to catch up with the fleeing mini cooper. We had it in site, and fortunately there was a bush in the middle of the road where we intended to turbo boost and leap in front of the mini when disaster struck. Kit slowed right down. An electronic sigh came from his vox box, and for all intents and purposes he went to sleep. We tried to manually control him, but the engine locked up. Michael and I had no idea what was going on…

full story in my herd, "...and his amazing friends"

Unknown "Lone Wolf" Loyal - 16 years, 1 month, 4 days ago

nSo, after saving Paradise from ta mad scientist with a volcanoe, I went back to the school where I used to teach science and philosophy. I get called back occasionally to give guest lectures. nI met up with one of my former students, a lad that knew nothing about science and inventing before he met me. He is quite the wizard now. A bit precocious mind, flies about in a spaceship shaped like a telephone box and he just calls himself, "The Doctor" now. Precocious? maybe pretentious? Anyway, the Doctor and I are giving a lecture on the Jaffa Cake Theory of the Earth (Round, crunchy exterior, orange interior), when suddenly the school is invaded by Aliens with whisk shaped heads. They immediately start taking human prisoners, intent on making them work in their diabolical whipped cream mines. The Doctor and I had to do something

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Unknown "Lone Wolf" Loyal - 16 years, 1 month, 23 days ago

So, after rescuing nuns and orphans from pirates, I went on Holiday with my mate Chuck Norris, whom incidentally I trained in several disciplines. We were on a tropical beach with some lovely ladies, when a mad professor and his robot soldier invaded paradise. The mad scientist had a device that would turn the long extinct volcano on the island into a live one, burying half the world in lava. And the bugger abducted a small girl in a bobble hat as a hostage. The b@$t@rd. Chuck and I need your points so we can find a geeky school kid who can help us deactivate his evil robot and disarm the traps in his hidden volcano lair.

If you want to know how this tale ends, Look to "..And his amazing friends herd"
Unknown "Lone Wolf" Loyal - 16 years, 1 month, 26 days ago